A/N: Hey :) this is my first phanfic so please reveiw so I know if I should continue with this story or not...
Anyway, thanks for opening this story, hopefully you'll read it too ;)
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Erik's POV
Tears stream endlessly down my monstrous face, making their way into all the folds and holes in my skin. I press the veil she was wearing mere moments ago to my bloated lips. The lips she had kissed. This will surely kill me. I hope it will, for without Christine in my life there is no music, no joy.
I can hear her singing to that boy with her perfect, angelic voice. Oh, how I hate that fop.
I cover my face and sob into my hands, I've brought this on myself. I killed Buquet, I forced Christine down to my vile lair.
I scream at the heavens, cursing whoever is in control of my life. I plead for them to kill me.
I hear the footsteps of the mob, coming to kill me. Instinct tells me to run. Hide.
No. Let them kill me. I'm dead already.
Run, hide, escape.
I hear a piercing scream.
Christine!
I run. I run to the lake and when I get to the lake, I swim. She's here, she took the boat with the boy.
I see the boat. I hear sobbing. I see the mob tearing down my lair. My music. My world.
I take a deep breath and swim to the other side of the boat, I'm amazed the mob hasn't seen me yet. But my only priority now is Christine.
I resurface and see her lying in the bottom of the boat, crying.
But why?
I look around. Where's the fop?
I hear a gunshot.
Christine is now crying so hard that no sound is coming from her perfect lips. I wish I could climb into the boat to comfort my angel. But I can't risk the mob killing us.
I do the next best thing and take a hold of the rope attached to the helm and swim away into the labyrinth that only I know.
Hope you enjoyed :) the next one will be longer I promise!
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